Barus held the gunshot wound on his arm as he rushed down the hall, feeling to see just how much blood he was losing from it.
Eolas sat in his room, thinking.
I won’t learn anything in here! If I wish to study these encounters, I should be up there watching it!
He stood up and unlocked his door, throwing it open and striding out with determination—determination which would blind him to whatever it was that barrels into him not a moment later.
Barus looks at the old man he just ran into. Do pirates take prisoners? He asks himself. Well, maybe I should? Take him as an offering to the pirates so they have a reason to let me join?
The old man starts to try to stand up, rubbing his head. Barus panics a bit. Ah! Think quick! He takes the weapon off of his back.
Eolas rubs his head as he stands. He opens his eyes to see a blade at his neck. This blade was attached to a pole which was held by what seemed to be a teenage boy wearing a helmet a size to big for him. He puts his hands up as the boy speaks.
“You’re coming with me.”